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[spoiler=Scandal]Helsingor, Kingdom of Denmark, Kongurrikki Droidenska
A team of doctors rushed a woman through the hospital ER. Amid the chatter of the doctors about her blood pressure, her wounds, and her prognosis, two things could be made out. For one, the woman was very pregnant, and for another, she had been with Crown Prince and King of Denmark Leif. Just as one might process all of that information, another gurney came flying through the doors, pushed by doctors, one of whom was straddling a man in his early thirties performing CPR. It would appear that the crown was in jeopardy.
45 minutes earlier...
"Elena, you know I hate seafood." Leif said with a chuckle. His eyes looked down to her bulging belly. "Besides, I don't want you to risk anything. This baby will be the future Kongur whether father and the public and even the damned edict itself wear red sashes or red belts. You will be the empress of Droiden someday, just as I will be its Emperor." He flicked his lighter and cracked a window ever so slightly to allow the smoke to blow out of the car. "Driver, how long until we are at the restaurant?"
"It should not be longer than twenty minutes, your highness."
"Good." Leif responded.
"My dear, you've been telling me that since the Northern Crusades. Surely you'll show your backside no longer in front of your father and tell him how it will be soon, yes?" Elena asked.
Leif sighed. "And, as I've told you time and time again, my father will not approve of anything. He is a bit of an isopod."
"I see." Elena rolled her eyes and turned away from Leif, resting her head on the car window. She gazed out at all of the gorgeous buildings on the coast, and their quaint yet affluent stylings. She knew one thing in this moment: Helsingor could be defined as perhaps the most beautiful place in the Kingdom of Denmark, and indeed all of Droiden.